Global Dungeon: I Can See the Status Bar

The interior of the Dragon Palace is silent and deep.

The originally ornate corridors have long since faded, and the exquisite murals and reliefs have begun to flake off.

In some of the deeper corners, a thin, viscous gray-black substance had begun to grow.

Lu Wenwu activated the Eye of Insight to scan, but could only analyze that it was a product similar to a combination of the Power of Corruption and Dark Element.

What exactly happened in this Deep Sea Dragon Palace that should have served as a True God’s domain?

Everything is barren.

The devastation is visible at a glance.

The underwater palace, which should have been magnificent, now resembles an abandoned ruin, evoking a sense of regret.

The group proceeded cautiously, aware of potential ambushes from any direction, advancing deeper into the core of the Dragon Palace.

Different from ancient dynasties with structures that progressively layered to complement each other in rings upon rings, the structure inside the Dragon Palace was more akin to an oversized, widened air-raid shelter.

Perhaps this was the unique architectural aesthetic of the deep-sea race.

Or maybe this internal space symbolized a meandering, coiling giant dragon?

[Notice: Player [Takimoto Shingo] has died]

Hmm?

One of those little devils died?

Can people actually die in that Chaotic Mysterious Realm?

Lu Wenwu, who was exploring the Dragon Palace with his teammates, felt puzzled.

To participate in this dungeon, one must at least be an A- Level player.

The Howling Demons that hunted players were just B+, could such things actually overpower and kill four A- Level players?

Even the final boss in that place had been slaughtered by himself; what danger could remain there besides terrain hazards after a few days?

Lu Wenwu expressed his confusion and continued with his teammates, delving deeper into the Dragon Palace.

They had walked to approximately the middle section, where the damage was slightly less severe, and you could faintly recognize the splendor of this place from the past.

Numerous precious corals decorated the sides like bonsai, while large pearls embedded in the walls and scattered treasure fragments on the ground told tales of the past glory.

Those gray and irregular fragments were, thousands or tens of thousands of years ago, likely to have been some extraordinarily precious gemstones or minerals.

Unfortunately, now they could only lie here silently, buried gradually by time along with the mottled and broken corals.

The three people and one crow opened doors, one by one.

A heavy, yet somewhat decayed large door gradually crushed the delicately designed buoyancy rails, revealing another room to the group.

[Elixir Storage Room]

The decaying smell hit their noses as they saw a corpse that looked part-fish, part-human, which appeared to have suffered great pain and torment before death.

Even in death, its withered claws fiercely grasped its own face.

The body had decayed beyond recognition, but you could barely make out that it bore both a human face and a fish face.

Judging by its actions, it seemed it tried to tear a face off its own body while alive?

Such a bizarre scene.

Wu Jianqing, using his wings, retrieved a jade bottle that was mostly intact from the pile of decayed shattered remnants.

Upon opening it, a stench wafted out.

After such a long time without any specialized power system to provide energy to preservation equipment, the elixir had already lost all potency, becoming a pile of useless powder.

It’s like those fantasy novels where the protagonist stumbles upon a tomb tens of thousands of years old, and the tomb owner conveniently left a realm-breaking elixir for the protagonist—such things really don’t exist.

Just now, Lu Wenwu and his team had opened a place similar to an armory.

The place was filled with weapons and battle armor that had long decayed, just like those worn by the Shrimp Soldiers and Crab Generals earlier.

With just a slight touch, they crumbled into powder, not even worth recycling.

Perhaps these once were rare treasures, items of Epic, Legend, even Mythical levels.

But now, they were nothing more than a heap of useless metal fragments.

Lu Wenwu didn’t care about this, continuing forward, opening doors as he went.

He was more eager for a close-quarters battle than picking up some treasures.

If nothing else, he could find a place to enjoy some egg-filled pancakes.

“More junk! Another pile of junk, caw!”

Inside the Elixir Storage Room, the Big Crow was visibly agitated, flapping its wings to stir up a whirlwind, shredding everything inside with Sword Qi.

“It’s infuriating! Why can’t I ever find treasures when I go out? How awful!”

The pretentious AC Little Milk Cow poked its head through the door opposite and said, “Here are a bunch of half-decomposed bodies, all in human shape, do you want to take them back?”

“Get lost, caw! I wouldn’t want that thing!”

Wu Jianqing flapped his wings like an angry mother hen, chasing the Little Milk Cow with his hard beak.

“But you’re a crow! Aren’t crows all scavengers…”

The pretentious AC Little Milk Cow darted away, leading a dog, carrying a cat, still not forgetting to continue teasing the Big Crow.

“Little Cow! I’ll peck you to death, caw!” Wu Jianqing raged, “You think I’m one of those uncultured, mourning dumb birds!”

The only serious person in the team, Xu Changjiang, was following Lu Wenwu, examining the corpses and the objects in the portals, trying to find clues to uncover the truth behind the current state of the Dragon Palace.

Although piecing together history seemed a long way off, one thing was certain.